Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Belgium and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing 8 Eyed Spy to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Buzzcocks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minutemen,
Dawn Penn,
Icehouse,
Sam Rivers,
Ituana,
Terrestrial Tones,
Make Up,
The Selecter,
The Beau Brummels,
The Invisible,
Ponytail,
Nick Fraelich,
F. McDonald,
Marvin Gaye,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Parry Music,
Matthew Bourne,
Excepter,
Harmonia,
Archie Shepp,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ohio Players,
Suburban Knight,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
H. Thieme,
Connie Case,
The United States of America,
Absolute Body Control,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barry Ungar,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minny Pops,
Jesper Dahlback,
In Retrospect,
The Monochrome Set,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dirtbombs,
MC5,
James White and The Blacks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Electric Prunes,
The Monks,
48th St. Collective,
Television Personalities,
David Axelrod,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Bar-Kays,
The Trojans,
Rotary Connection,
John Cale,
Sparks,
Youth Brigade,
Soul II Soul,
The Seeds,
The Doors,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.